Dying Is A Wild Night And A

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

My River Runs To Thee: Blue Sea, Wilt Welcome Me? My River Waits Reply. Oh Sea, Look Graciously! I ’ll Fetch Thee Brooks From Spotted Nooks,— Say, Sea, Take Me!

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men